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Monday 20 August 2012

Confronting the Context

 Great Expectations of Class, Crime and Kings


    
    Novels, upon the surface, may appear to be just organised letters of ink printed upon pieces of paper with the aim to entertain. Although, beneath the depths of these words could hoard unlocked secrets of the author and of their time: personal opinions accidentally spilt across the pages, references to events of their era weaved into the story and fragments of their life scattered amongst the imagery and dialogue.
    Great Expectations by Charles Dickens may have the façade of the transgression of a boy’s life into wealth and adulthood. But, behind this novelistic mask may conceal the authors views on the justice system of the 1800s, references to royalty and most certainly class. How has Dickens accomplished in entwining these subjects into his novel, and what does this illustrate to us about the author himself?

    We find that many authors have a tendency to inject their own personal experiences into their work; fuelling their plots with poignant incidents from their life and sculpturing their characters from acquaintances of the past. Many previous explorers of Great Expectations have commented on the extent to which the protagonist Pip mirrors Charles Dickens’s childhood.  “It is impossible to read Great Expectations without sensing Dickens's presence in the book, without being aware that in portraying and judging Pip he is giving us a glimpse of a younger self.” (Professor David Cody, 2000, pp1) As Professor Cody discusses, Dickens may have used fragments of his younger years as inspiration for the character of Pip, and many events which occur within the plot.
    As a boy, Dickens lived the first nine years of his life in the coastal regions of Kent. Contrary to many of the great authors of the nineteenth century, Dickens did not develop within a life of luxury, education and comfort. John, Dickens’s father, was rather unapt at controlling the family finances, resulting in accumulating debts and eventually confronting debtors’ prison when Dickens was twelve. His mother moved his siblings into prison with their father; however, she arranged for Dickens to live outside the prison and work pasting labels on bottles in a blacking warehouse. Dickens viewed this work to be beneath his talents, and spent a wretched three months suffering the labour. Although, his suffering was not prolonged, as when his father was released from his confinement, Dickens returned to school eventually and earned his place as a law clerk before becoming the novelist we celebrate today.  
    The parallel between Dickens’s early life and Pip’s is extremely unambiguous.  Before Pip’s Great Expectations come to fruition, he spends his childhood in the marshes- much like Dickens’s first settlement. Pip also suffered “that curtain [drop] so heavy and black, as when my way in life lay stretched out straight before me through the newly-entered road of apprenticeship to Joe.” (Ch. 14 pp. 91) Much like Dickens experienced when working in the blacking warehouse. In extension, we additionally find that one of the more engaging characters, Wemmick, to be a law clerk; much like Dickens was. Are these just strange coincidences, unconsciously sewn into the fabrication of the novel? Or did Dickens intend to give the readers a sliver of his previous life, before the wealth and fame of his literary success?

    Royalty and politics within the Georgian era was a point of conflict, as the battle of the Georges grew to its climax. Dickens, rather cunningly, may have attempted to portray this royal quarrel within Great Expectations.
    King George III and his son George IV did not have a strong bond, with politics being the core conflict within their relationship. As such, in a statement of rebellion and defiance, George IV married Maria Fits Herbert in 1785 who was not of royal lineage. This juvenile attempt of mutiny had a short duration of only ten years, and George remarried to a Princess Caroline, making George miserable. As such, Caroline was sent to look after the ailing George III.
    These events described may have some connotations within Dickens novel. Wemmick, Pips acquaintance and eventual professional and personal friend, often described his house as a “castle” where his father known as “the Aged” resided. There is one focal scene in which Pip meets “a neat little girl in attendance, who looked after the Aged in the day.” (Ch. 25 pp. 178) We may draw from this phenomenon that Dickens endeavoured to recreate the politics of the era. But the question remains, why? Could by highlighting this event suggest that Dickens agrees with the fact that George had to remarry to keep a royal blood line within the royal family? Or maybe, he agrees with the royal rebellion of the frowned upon marriage to Fits Herbert? For we find that Wemmick does not marry this “neat little girl” who may represent Princess Caroline, but his love Miss Skiffins. Did Dickens intend Miss Skiffins to play Fits Herbert in this indefinite performance of the Georgian reign?  

    The last exploration of context arrives in the form on the justice system. As Dickens travelled through the life as a law clerk, he may have formed strong opinions of the English justice system, in particular, the death penalty. The beautifully written scene of chapter fifty six describes the passing of sentences of criminals, including Pip’s benefactor: Magwitch. Dickens writes the horror that Pip experiences when he “saw two-and-thirty men and women put before the judge to receive that sentence together.” (Ch. 56 pp. 388) The magnified passage Dickens writes notes all of what Pip experiences, down to “the April rain on the windows of the court, glittering in the rays of April sun.” (Ch. 56 pp. 388) By emphasising the sentencing, Dickens may be suggesting his views on the death penalty. The author may be stressing his aversion to the law, accumulated from his days as a law clerk, as the passage sees Pip’s benefactor being sentenced to death.

    Context is a wonderful way for authors to express their own experiences and opinions without causing conflict and controversy. This powerful tool used by Dickens has given us an incomplete key into his past and of his opinions of topical subjects of his era. Through context, authors may be the passive politicians of the world, shedding light on taboo subjects and opinions.


Bibliography:
Charles Dickens (1992). Great Expectations, Wordsworth Classics, Hertfordshire

Professor David Cody (2000). Autobiographical Elements in Dickens's Great Expectations, http://mural.uv.es/mobero/dickauto.htm Viewed at: 20/08/2012 15:34 pm 

Sunday 19 August 2012

Season of The Hunt- Chapter 4


  
                      In the Middle of the Night 



  The moon’s pale light spilled into the darkened office. Immense glass panels stretching around the entirety of the back of the room allowed the moon’s waxing spell to enthral the office, casting an eerie ambience.    
     A man sat at his desk, placed with is back to the panels at the end of the oval room. His fingers danced delicately over the computer keys as he slaved mechanically over the machine. The computers synthetic glow poured onto the man’s face- the only source of the light in the room except that composed by the moon. Shadows clung to the edges of the office, as if in waiting for the computers light to dissipate, so that they may embark in their attack upon the man.
    A red light flashed three times upon the desk. The man stopped his typing as a thin smile cut across his otherwise indifferent face. Next to the light the man pressed a button. “She has arrived, sir,” informed a woman’s voice.
The man replied dryly, “You may send her through.”
     
    The man rose from his chair and walked over to the glass panels. He looked out into the metropolis which lay before him. His black, lifeless eyes inspected the concrete mass of buildings, spreading into the distance like a vast ocean. A few cars weaved around the complex series of roads, determined to get to their destination. From the height in which the office sat, the cars resembled small toys, rather than vehicles used to transport people. The city seemed unnervingly still, compared to its cosmic number of its inhabitance.
    Over in the distance an enormous clock chimed its scheduled melody; twelve rings completed the tune as once again the city returned to its state of relative silence.

    Three knocks at the door shattered the dark serenity. “Come,” responded the man with a commanding tone of authority. The door to the office opened and a slim professional looking woman strode in. She was garbed in a plain black suit, with a silver pin constructed of four circles connected so that they formed a sort of square, which was attached to the lapel of her jacket.  All of her facial features were sharp:  her piercing eyes bored into everything her glare rested on, her pointy nose corresponded well with her pointed chin and her black hair was fashioned into a bob style cut. As she walked, the sound of her high heels striking the floor resonated through the room. Following her were two men wearing police officers uniforms; again, wearing the same pin as the woman. In-between the two, they dragged what appeared to be a girl, no older than sixteen, her legs trailing behind her as she was carted across the floor, her hands bound by handcuffs. Her face depicted pure terror as she was thrown to the ground, in the middle of the dark office. Behind the parade, a final police officer entered the room clutching a brown sack, which he gave to the woman, who received it with a look of disgust. The sack was moving.
    The man looking out of the panels- with his back to the performance- raised his hand. As signalled, the party left the room, all except the girl and woman. “As you requested sir,” spoke the woman, as if fishing for praise.
“You have done well Elsa; your efforts will be rewarded.” The man’s silky smooth voice resembled the pouring of honey. It had a hypnotic effect, as if everything he said was the truth, and that nothing else mattered apart from what was crafted by his voice. It was the personification of grandeur.
The woman produced a look of glee at her recognition. “Thank you sir,” she said whilst bowing her head.
    The man still looking out into the world below continued his address, “I have been searching for you for a while, Ren; and now that you are in my presence, it makes me very happy.” The man turned around to face the frightened child. The veins in his hairless head began to throb as he advanced towards the girl; his face still in the same unemotional state. He knelt down to Ren and locked eyes with her. She responded with a look of fury. “You really do not know how special you are.” The man attempted to kiss her on the head, but his efforts were only met by Ren’s hand as she slapped him around the face. “Don’t you touch me,” she spat. The man stood up, his frozen face leaked the slightest hint of wrath for just a second, only to be smothered again by cool composure. “You have caused me some trouble child. Who would believe that you could kill two of my hunters? No matter, you are here now. Although, if you had just followed instructions, blood would not have been spilled.”
“You expected me to just let you take me?” The man placed his hands behind his back and walked over to the panels again.
“No, but what is happening and going to happen is inevitable. You might as well embrace your fate. You should be honoured to play such a vital part; after all, you are the first of the four.” The man paused. “Elsa, please escort our esteemed guest to the holding cells, and take that with you.” The man was addressing the sac which Elsa was grasping. It began to wriggle again as she motioned towards the door. The police officers entered the room, and grabbed Ren by her arms as they dragged her to the door. “And do not fret if you get lonely my lovely. The others should be joining you soon.” The sound of Ren’s furious shrieks trailed off down the hall as the door to the office closed once again.

    The man exhaled heavily, as if exhausted from the events which just transpired. He sat back down at his desk and continued to work, seemingly unaffected by fatigue. As he laboured away a sudden message sprung up in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. The man selected the icon which resulted in an email appearing. The email contained only five words: The second has been found.